“There are a lot of them.” Gabriel appeared bewildered. He pulled out more of the sleeves and began arranging them carefully on the table.
“Are they ours?” Julia’s eyes grew wide.
Gabriel began checking the sleeves. He found the illustration of Dante and Beatrice in the sphere of Mercury and flipped it over.
There, on the back of the illustration, was a faint pencil mark. He showed it to Julia. “This one, at least, is ours. I remember the mark.”
Julia covered her mouth. “They must have found them. Interpol must have found them.”
Gabriel placed the illustration back in its protective sleeve. “I don’t think so. Interpol would have contacted us. We would have known they were coming.”
“Then who?”
He checked the sender’s address label on the largest box. It showed an origin of Geneva, Switzerland, but no name.
He scratched at his chin.
Julia’s eyes met her husband’s. “Could it be…”
Gabriel placed his arm around her shoulder, drawing her into his side. “I don’t know. I think it doesn’t matter who they’re from. Dante and Beatrice are finally home.”